“Slowly,” he told her. “Feel those curves –
touch yourself, trace your fingers over your hips, and down, to the nub – trace
them up, over your breasts. Feel how hard your nipples are. Feel how they ache
for me – feel with your fingers, how it would be with my lips, with my teeth. Pinch them –”

With a sharp intake of breath she felt the
burn of excitement rush from her nipples to her clit, setting fire to her cunt.

Her heat throbbed as she teased her nipples
forward, increasing the pressure –

“Now let your fingers go to where you want
them,” he said. His voice was low, the need clear, and she knew he’d be rock
hard.

“Show me,” he said. “Let me see.”

She moved her hands down, slipping one
finger between her folds. She was so wet, so hot – was that how she felt for
him? Was this what it was like for him when he touched her? She started to
circle her clit with her finger.

“use both hands,” he told her. “Open for
me. Show me.”

With a shiver of excitement, she held open
her lips and pushed her pelvis forward. Her legs were shaking, her whole body
awake with the fire of his voice – she reached deeper, the honey spreading over
her fingers as she slid her finger around and around her clit, then inside, deep, deep inside –

The orgasm ripped through her with no
warning. Her legs shook, she cried out, and as the waves took her deeper and
deeper, she fell to her knees.

Her head rested back, her hair falling from her
face. Somewhere, far away, she heard herself sigh.